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Out on the desert when the wind blows the sand |
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It's a beautiful sight to behold |
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Round desert moon turns the nighttime to silverand the sun turns the daytime to gold |
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And little boy blue's got a whole lot to do |
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And maybe tomorrow he'll grow up |
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Out on the desert when the wind blows the sand |
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It gets in your shoes when you're walking |
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That cold desert moon and the hot desert sun |
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Can get inside your head when you're talking |
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And railroads and highways make impatient friends |
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And maybe tomorrow he'll follow |
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There's Phoenix and |
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Frisco and |
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LA and Reno |
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And so many fine places to travel |
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Daytime in the city is something to see |
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It fills a mans eyes with delight |
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The buildings they reach up and almost touch the sky |
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While the bright lights make love to the night |
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And little boy blue's got a whole lot to do |
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And maybe tomorrow he'll grow up |
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The city's so crowded that you can't go nowhere |
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It's all aggravation and worry |
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You can't see the sky and you can't breathe the air |
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It'll make a man old in a hurry |
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And railroads and highways make impatient friends |
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And lord, don't he wish he could follow |
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There's (???), (???) and you were in |
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Scottsdale |
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And so many fine places to travel |
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Out on the desert when the wind blows the sand |
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It's a beautiful sight to behold |
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Round desert moon turns the nighttime to silver |
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And the sun turns the daytime to gold |
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And little boy blue's got a whole lot to do |
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And there's always tomorrow |
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Thank god for tomorrow |
